Hawksley Workman - Claire Fontaine lyrics

rate me

claire fontaine

who are you

i like the paper you make

we were introduced by a lover of mine

and now she's gone and i still have you claire fontaine

claire fontaine

you seem to bring

the best out of me and the things that i write to sing

claire fontaine

claire fontaine

are you a lumberjack or something

does your father own a forest of the nicest trees for chopping

claire fontaine

claire fontaine

your sheets are very smooth

i like to rub my pen across them do you feel the way i do

claire fontaine

claire fontaine

you seem to bring

the best out of me and the things that i write to sing

claire fontaine

if the newspapers used your paper for the news

things may seem less terrifying just because of you

claire fontaine

and were you in the garden

when they said the war had started

did you think you'd write a letter that would start

my dear departed

claire fontaine

claire fontaine

you seem to bring

the best out of me and the things that i write to sing

claire fontaine...

claire fontaine

i'm going home for christmas

they may refuse me entry 'cause your native to this country

claire fontaine

but as a foreigner

reliquish a pad of paper so distinguished

i say never never never i'll take this pad of mine to heaven

claire fontaine

but maybe i will choose to write a fan letter or two

i might write one to andy warhol and the other one for you

and you can rest assured in knowing

they'd be on your paper too

claire fontaine

who are you

claire fontaine

you seem to bring

the best out of me and the things that i write to sing

claire fontaine